第52章 CHAPTER XXVI

Having burned my ship,I plunged into writing.I am afraid Ialways was an extremist.Early and late I was at it--writing,typing,studying grammar,studying writing and all the forms of writing,and studying the writers who succeeded in order to find out how they succeeded.I managed on five hours'sleep in the twenty-four,and came pretty close to working the nineteen waking hours left to me.My light burned till two and three in the morning,which led a good neighbour woman into a bit of sentimental Sherlock-Holmes deduction.Never seeing me in the day-time,she concluded that I was a gambler,and that the light in my window was placed there by my mother to guide her erring son home.

The trouble with the beginner at the writing game is the long,dry spells,when there is never an editor's cheque and everything pawnable is pawned.I wore my summer suit pretty well through that winter,and the following summer experienced the longest,dryest spell of all,in the period when salaried men are gone on vacation and manuscripts lie in editorial offices until vacation is over.

My difficulty was that I had no one to advise me.I didn't know a soul who had written or who had ever tried to write.I didn't even know one reporter.Also,to succeed at the writing game,Ifound I had to unlearn about everything the teachers and professors of literature of the high school and university had taught me.I was very indignant about this at the time;though now I can understand it.They did not know the trick of successful writing in the years 1895and 1896.They knew all about "Snow Bound"and "Sartor Resartus";but the American editors of 1899did not want such truck.They wanted the 1899truck,and offered to pay so well for it that the teachers and professors of literature would have quit their jobs could they have supplied it.

I struggled along,stood off the butcher and the grocer,pawned my watch and bicycle and my father's mackintosh,and I worked.Ireally did work,and went on short commons of sleep.Critics have complained about the swift education one of my characters,Martin Eden,achieved.In three years,from a sailor with a common school education,I made a successful writer of him.The critics say this is impossible.Yet I was Martin Eden.At the end of three working years,two of which were spent in high school and the university and one spent at writing,and all three in studying immensely and intensely,I was publishing stories in magazines such as the "Atlantic Monthly,"was correcting proofs of my first book (issued by Houghton,Mifflin Co.),was selling sociological articles to "Cosmopolitan"and "McClure's,"had declined an associate editorship proffered me by telegraph from New York City,and was getting ready to marry.

Now the foregoing means work,especially the last year of it,when I was learning my trade as a writer.And in that year,running short on sleep and tasking my brain to its limit,I neither drank nor cared to drink.So far as I was concerned,alcohol did not exist.I did suffer from brain-fag on occasion,but alcohol never suggested itself as an ameliorative.Heavens!Editorial acceptances and cheques were all the amelioratives I needed.Athin envelope from an editor in the morning's mail was more stimulating than half a dozen cocktails.And if a cheque of decent amount came out of the envelope,such incident in itself was a whole drunk.

Furthermore,at that time in my life I did not know what a cocktail was.I remember,when my first book was published,several Alaskans,who were members of the Bohemian Club,entertained me one evening at the club in San Francisco.We sat in most wonderful leather chairs,and drinks were ordered.Never had I heard such an ordering of liqueurs and of highballs of particular brands of Scotch.I didn't know what a liqueur or a highball was,and I didn't know that "Scotch"meant whisky.Iknew only poor men's drinks,the drinks of the frontier and of sailor-town--cheap beer and cheaper whisky that was just called whisky and nothing else.I was embarrassed to make a choice,and the steward nearly collapsed when I ordered claret as an after-dinner drink.